In a patch, endless, darkness......

Birth......

When I opened my eyes, my scarlet eyes flashed with confusion.

"Remember your life's goal - kill!"

Two words, imprinted in the mind, imprinted in the heart, imprinted in the innocent gaze.

From birth, there is no warmth. Feelings, like moonlight obscured by ink clouds—vaguely have a concept, but they are out of reach.

The dim sunlight doesn't bring much warmth, and the beauty of the galaxy doesn't give much touch. Day by day, month by month, walking with blood and killing, numbing the nerves.

The only thing I feel is that I accidentally stumble into some holy places. Powerful guardians crush their paralyzed bodies and souls under their feet, bringing them pain, despair, and loneliness.

I don't know how long it took to be like this, until a confused and immature voice broke the bloody atmosphere, "Boss, we do this, right?" ”

Is that right?

The softest part of my heart was touched.

Began to be confused, began to be dissatisfied, began to rebel......

But he was ruthlessly defeated: "You can do whatever you are asked to do!" ”

The teammates screamed in despair under Shangfeng's men, watching, watching, but indifferent.

In the bottom of my heart, I was asking myself: Is this right?

Until I see my own true nature.

They are united, happy, and like a family.

Why can't we?

Because...... Do we stand for killing?

Is this fate? Such unfairness?

There is nothing to try to change—to open one's heart and communicate equally with one's peers who are also depraved.

It turns out that there is a tacit understanding between us.

It turns out that there is also a subtle, indescribable feeling between us.

After all, in a place of oppression, exploitation, and a mixture of fish and dragons, obeying orders all day long, carrying out orders, without having their own ideas - even if there were, no elf would listen.

Only those few equally pathetic companions buried the same pathetic thoughts deep in their hearts.

Neuer always knows the best. He knows the pain and the pain, the wound and the bleeding, the ...... The mysteries that make us wonder are the strange things that can make the elves sacrifice themselves for others—affection, friendship, love.

My lord said that our greatest mission is to kill our own essence.

When we work together to beat Cassius into a good element, we find that everything is a scam, and we are just pitiful, ridiculous, and pathetic pawns.

It's been a long time since they were used, no elves told them, no elves wanted to approach them, they symbolized the devil, but how many people knew that the devil had a sleeping angel in his heart?

After Neuer revealed the resurrection god, we went with the War-League. Watching Cassius come back to life, watching the ridiculous battle plan that we had managed to unite once all come to naught.

Cassius made a joke that made Blake cry with fear. Why can't we be sincere to our fellow soldiers?

What does it feel like? There is sadness, confusion, confusion, and even jealousy...... Why, the same team, even related by blood, why...... So unfair?!

It was darkness again, and the triumph came.

A touch of bright white and purple catches the eye.

A strange emotion welled up in the bottom of my heart - she was so beautiful.

Black Souls! Why is it so cruel that you want girls to join in that bloody battle!

"The enemy is male and female! Think of that Muse of the War-Alliance, with whom you've fought - is she soft-handed? ”

Yes! The enemy is male and female!

However, the targets of the brutal killings are not even divided between young and old!

Under the hands stained with blood, blood that does not belong to him, those innocent, confused, and frightened eyes: "Big brother, I invite you to eat sugar, don't kill me, okay?" ”

The blood-soaked prayer said, "I'll give you whatever you want...... Don't hurt my family! ”

We exist to kill!

Why...... Astringent in my heart and eyes......

When Blake, captured by the Black Souls Organization, tortured and tortured, was exposed to the thick smell of blood, his heart was touched again.

The most unforgettable thing is that he hooked his lips and smiled, and a mouthful of blood leaked out of his mouth slightly, but it still had a strange kindness:

"That's the price of freedom."

Freedom, the price......

Why didn't I think of it before? Controlled souls, ready to move. Is it the deepest part of my heart that is about to be awakened?

I hope so......

Finally, finally, the moment of the decisive battle.

Struggling in pain and fighting in despair.

Skills are flying around, and in that empty shell, the energy that does not belong to oneself is rampant, and fighting, is a kind of torture and pain.

We also want to fight like the real god of war.

Why, why......

Under control, it seems that we are about to defeat the main body and push ourselves into the abyss of death.

It's worth it, it's worth it.

Tears are surging, blood is surging, a little bit of reason and light in the deepest part of my heart is surging, and the angel in the heart of the devil is surging!

Dark Alliance! Tracing the light forward!

We are willing to pay the price for freedom......